Ancient Magician: Miss Shocking World

Chapter 444 Cold Syndrome 1
No matter how he called her, she didn't wake up.

Ye Chongwen stretched out his hand to sniff her breath, and then suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Prince Physician! Call the Physician!"

He kept sending spiritual power into her body, just like before, but no matter how he sent spiritual power, her body was like a closed porcelain puppet with every pore tightly closed.

Can't enter.

"Ling'er, please wake up, please?"

With a choked cry in his voice, he hugged her in his arms to keep warm.

"Fire up the brazier, and bring some quilts!"

The maid hurriedly surrounded the bed with the charcoal brazier, and spread a thick silkworm brocade quilt on the bed, wrapping Ye Chongwen and her in it.

Ye Chongwen hugged her tightly, and kept rubbing her cold hands that seemed to be freezing.

"Ling'er, don't scare me, you're fine, right? You're the God's Spirit, you're the omnipotent God's Spirit!"

He kept calling her, and continued to send spiritual power to her without giving up.

However, Shen Yuling closed his eyes tightly and was unconscious.

There were crystal clear ice beads on the tips of her hair and eyelashes, and a layer of frost hung on her pale face, making her look lifeless.

The faintly visible ink dot between the brows kept flickering slightly, as if it was about to come out, but also seemed to be restrained by something.

"Did the imperial doctor have a broken leg? Why don't you come here!"

Ye Chongwen yelled at the gate of the palace, a pair of brown cat's eyes were already filled with red, and there was water mist in the pupils, the panic-stricken look made the maid hurriedly added a few more charcoal basins, and ran out of the palace to look around .

When the little eunuch led the old doctor into the palace door, he was startled when he saw Emperor Qingyuan wrapped up in a ball on the bed and the empress who was about to be buried in frost and snow.

"Don't come over yet!"

Ye Chongwen breathed on her face continuously with his lips, and rubbed his hands on her back, at the same time conveying spiritual energy and warming her body with internal energy.

But it didn't work at all, she was still bit by bit cold and devoured from the inside out.

At this time, the god Yuling in his arms was like an iceman.

The imperial doctor's heart was trembling, and he walked in carrying the medicine box. His clothes were already soaked in sweat, and when he was roasted in a charcoal basin, he was sweating profusely.

He wiped his face with his sleeve, took Shen Yuling's arm over, and squinted his eyes to feel his pulse.

He didn't say anything for a long time, but his face became more and more serious.

An old imperial doctor of three dynasties, full of experience.

Even Bai Moling's broken limbs recovered slowly under his means.

His face became paler and paler, and finally let go of her arm, and took out a small porcelain bottle from the medicine chest.

"what is this?"

It's not that Ye Chongwen didn't see his face, as his face turned pale, his heart sank even more.

"This is pear flower brewed by the old minister for 50 years."

"Aren't you crazy?!

Do you think she can drink like this! "

Ye Chongwen put her arm back into the brocade quilt, hugged her into a ball, and stared at the old doctor.

"Oh, Your Majesty, she has no medicine to heal now, and she has become a patient due to freezing, so I only have to try this old brew!"

The old doctor had no choice but to blow his beard and stare at him and said.

Ye Chongwen was startled, he didn't blame him, but thought about it carefully.

The spiritual power can't be transported in, what else can I do.

I can only believe what the old doctor said.

After taking the wine, he pinched her chin with his hand, but couldn't open her teeth.

After thinking about it, he took a sip from the porcelain bottle and lowered his head to cover her lips.

(End of this chapter)